Feast Ashes
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I made a blood pact with the same man seven times, and broke it seven times.
And this vampire lord also severed our bond seven times for his moonlight goddess.
When we first made the pact, he knelt on one knee and said to me: "For the rest of eternity, my blood and flesh belong only to you."
But whenever his moonlight goddess awakened, the man would change his tune: "Can't you be more understanding? Do you really want Lilith to bear the shame of seducing a married man?"
The first time we broke the pact, I violently tore the contract trying to keep him, the backlash made me vomit blood and faint, yet I never saw him come to check on me.
The third time we broke the pact, I disguised myself as a servant at his banquet, just for a chance to see him one more time.
The sixth time we broke the pact, I had learned to quietly pack my things and move out of our castle by myself.
My hysteria, my endless compromises, my obedient compliance,
earned me his punctual returns for renewal,
and his repeated betrayals.
Until this time, when I received news that his moonlight goddess was about to awaken, I proactively placed the severance agreement before him.
He made our usual appointment for renewal as always, not knowing that
this time, I would leave forever.
Because next month's full moon night would be the coronation ceremony for me, this "walking blood bank," as the Ancestor.
And this vampire lord also severed our bond seven times for his moonlight goddess.
When we first made the pact, he knelt on one knee and said to me: "For the rest of eternity, my blood and flesh belong only to you."
But whenever his moonlight goddess awakened, the man would change his tune: "Can't you be more understanding? Do you really want Lilith to bear the shame of seducing a married man?"
The first time we broke the pact, I violently tore the contract trying to keep him, the backlash made me vomit blood and faint, yet I never saw him come to check on me.
The third time we broke the pact, I disguised myself as a servant at his banquet, just for a chance to see him one more time.
The sixth time we broke the pact, I had learned to quietly pack my things and move out of our castle by myself.
My hysteria, my endless compromises, my obedient compliance,
earned me his punctual returns for renewal,
and his repeated betrayals.
Until this time, when I received news that his moonlight goddess was about to awaken, I proactively placed the severance agreement before him.
He made our usual appointment for renewal as always, not knowing that
this time, I would leave forever.
Because next month's full moon night would be the coronation ceremony for me, this "walking blood bank," as the Ancestor.
















































